Even though they lived in an abbey with a gorgeous medieval cathedral, Colby and Brie had opted for a fairly low-key, casual bonding ceremony on the edge of the precipice at sunset. Colby was unprepared when the Celtic harpist struck up the wedding march and he looked up to see Brie in a dress that took his breath away. She was ethereal, gorgeous, fierce, and the love of his life.

She was glorious, dressed in a dazzling creation of layered lace with organic shapes that complemented the plunging V-neckline. Layers of cotton and French lace came together to form a soft, unique look. There were sheer cutouts adorning the sides of the gown and extending into an open back, which was sexy as hell. Beadwork was scattered throughout to create dimension. Large lace motifs adorned the back of the skirt, extending into a long train.

As she walked toward him, he realized he’d been waiting for this moment all his life. He had loved her in all his past lives and would love her for all the lifetimes to come. Regardless of how many lives they had shared or would share in the future, he knew he would find her again and again. She was not only his fated mate; Brie was his destiny.

They had an interesting wedding party. Each of them had only one attendant—both female. Winter stood at his side as his ‘best man.’ He’d spoken with Kyra, and she had agreed that as Winter had stood beside him through everything that had happened, she was the only choice. At Brie’s side was Caye, the hellhound and her beta. Vows exchanged; the party got underway. Maya had outdone herself not only with the food but decorations.

“The whole thing looks like a pack of fairies came in here and strung all the lights. It’s gorgeous,” Brie said with a smile. “I love you.”

“You seem to be having less trouble with that than I thought you would,” he said, holding her close.

“I’ve always loved you. I just believed that I had a greater destiny to fulfill. I finally figured out I could have both. One didn’t necessarily negate the other. I’m so…”

He silenced her with a kiss. “Remember? We promised to move forward—no recriminations, no regrets, and no doubts about the future.”

“I remember.” Brie looked down at the enormous ruby surrounded by diamonds that sparkled on her left hand. “Kyra says the ring has been in your family for centuries.”

“I’m sure you have worn it many times.”

Brie shook her head and laughed. When the first of the fireworks exploded out over the sea, Brie pulled out her SIG, ready for battle. Where the hell had she hidden the damn thing in that dress?

“Easy, sweetheart,” he purred. “I wanted to surprise you.”

She punched him in the arm—hard. “Explosions are not my idea of a fun surprise.”

“They are completely benign and look at how bright and festive they are.”

“I hope your men knew about them.”

Colby swatted her backside. “Our men. Our clan. Our people.”

She silenced him with a kiss. “I know. Our fight.”

He nodded. “But for at least tonight, can we just enjoy those who could join us and the fact that we dealt a severe blow to the League?”

“Yes. We can.” She handed him her SIG. “Could you do something with that? It was really uncomfortable.”

Colby chuckled and reveled in the fact that his gorgeous mate felt safe enough with him and within their stronghold to be unarmed. He led her onto the dance floor, handing the gun to one of the men who had been charged with keeping them all safe.

In his arms, she swirled and allowed herself to be led. He pulled her close, leaning down to capture her lips, fiercely plunging his tongue into her mouth, dominating and seducing her. Colby was finding that Brie responded best when he reminded her who was alpha and who was not. He knew their relationship was unique, but he didn’t care. It worked for them, and that was all that mattered.

Later that evening, as their friends and family celebrated their union, Brie led Colby inside the abbey and then up to their room, laughing and holding hands as they walked to the French doors and looked out on the celebration below. Standing behind her, he slowly unbuttoned her dress, slipping his hand between the dress and her soft, silken skin. He wrapped his arm around her for a moment before sliding it up to take possession of her full breast, cupping it before strumming her nipple with his thumb.

Brie leaned back into his body, moaning and enjoying his caress.

“Damn it, Colby. Quit fucking around. I need you,” she whispered urgently, her voice shaky with desire.

“Far be it from me not to give you what you want,” he purred.

Not waiting for any other encouragement, Colby slid the dress off her shoulders, down her body, and allowed it to pool on the floor around her feet. Scooping her up, Colby carried Brie the short distance between the doors to the balcony and their bed. He was breathing heavily—not from any kind of exertion, but from need.

After removing his own clothing, he laid her out on the bed, kissing the inside of her thighs as his hands slid up from her knees to her hips, caressing the tender skin of her thighs with circular motions. Brie moaned and wiggled at the evocative pleasure.

Colby kissed his way up her belly to her navel, swirled his tongue around it and then nibbled his way back down to her swollen nub. Skimming his hands over her body, he explored her curves before finding their way back to her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching and tugging them until they were taut and overly sensitive.

He sucked one into his mouth while continuing to taunt and tease the other. Brie’s body trembled as she lifted her hips in invitation and plea.

“You like that,” he purred—not a question, but a statement of fact.

His teeth closed on her nipple before soothing it with his tongue. His hands slid down her belly and landed between her legs. Gently, he parted her lower lips as he purred in her ear.

“So wet.”

Brie’s hips began to undulate slowly. Colby traced the outer entrance to her core before sliding his finger inside her, while still flicking his tongue across her nipple. Brie groaned as he lifted each of her legs, placing them on either side of his head, her legs trembling.

“Are you ready, my mate?” His voice was raspy.

“Yes, please.”

He smiled as he leaned in close. “That’s my mate; that’s my very good mate.”

His hard cock stood proud and erect as she stared at it, licking her lips. Crawling into bed with her, he settled between her legs, before sliding up inside her. As wet as she was, she was still tight and her pussy spasmed along his length. The exquisite pleasure was almost too much. It was hard to breathe. Hard to move. Even too hard to think.

With a slow, deliberate stroke he began to thrust in before pulling back out. With each pump of his hips, Colby drove deeper and deeper. Brie’s legs came up to wrap around his waist as he began to pound into her. Every cell in his body was alive and responded to her moans and sighs. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Slipping his hands beneath her, he cupped the globes of her ass and held on tight.

He whispered in her ear. “You feel so good, and you’re so fucking sexy.”

He leaned down to kiss her—a hot kiss, slowing his rhythm before he resumed his relentless thrusting. Again and again, he slammed into her. Her nails scored his back as she bit his shoulder to keep from screaming his name. Faster and faster, he pumped into her until Brie was holding onto the iron headboard as it bounced against the wall.

“Scream for me. Don’t hold back. Let go.”

Her legs straightened and her body went rigid, before relaxing completely so that she felt like a soft, ragdoll as the force of her orgasm ran through her and then abated.

“God, yes,” she growled.

Breathing heavily, he drove into her a final time, his body stiffening as he gave a guttural groan as he found his own release and filled her with his seed. He shivered as he settled down atop her for a moment before leaning down to kiss her lips softly.

“Best you get some sleep while you can. I’m not nearly done with you.”